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Monthly Archives: January 2011
Sartorial Coolness and Nonchalant Grace
I’ve had an epiphany and here it is: I don’t want to know about anyone’s personal style! After reading about Andrea Linett, a nice woman who looks like Sarah Jessica Parker, at stylelikeu.com, I find the whole Look-at-My-Wardrobe craze to … Continue reading
Let’s Be Egyptian
I tried to write about Max tonight but it made me cry so I gave up. Instead, I made this suicide prevention poster. When my webmaster wakes up tomorrow, maybe he’ll help me to put it on that side panel … Continue reading
All Kinds of Fuckery!
First of all, I see that I foolishly omitted a blogger rocking the black-hat-with-shorts uniform. This one is called Stylorectic and she just had a baby. She seems to really, really love herself and that makes me uncomfortable. I think … Continue reading
Withstanding Irritants
If it’s not some troll taunting me fives times a day, it’s some guy threatening to sue me, or a new stack of unpayable bills or a photo like this one, of the Man Repeller’s friends. I hope David Carlo … Continue reading
The Mystery of it All
What’s the point of being Calvin Klein if all it gets you is this 21 year old porn model??
Sruli Recht: Hunky Mad Genious
Sruli Recht was born in Israel, moved to Australia, and built a design studio in Iceland where he has produced a line of beautiful men’s shoes made from whale foreskins, and so much more! “For his first complete collection of … Continue reading
Romance Was Born Winter 2011
This sequin cheongsam is the one item for 2011 that has stopped me in my tracks. No shearling, no studs, no leather, no grown-up minimalism. Just a crazy shimmering rainbow of goodness. More here.
Typically Max
Spending most of his last 6 months in bed, Max starting using Facebook, and sent friend requests to everyone else who had his name. He was so pleased by the visual effect of Max Wolf leaving a comment for Max … Continue reading
Invasion of the Blogger Girls
I think I’m seeing a trend here…..
Smell the Leather
A long time ago, I wrote a story about my dad called “Smell the Leather.” My parents divorced when I was 3, and my dad fulfilled his fatherly obligations by taking me and my sister out on Saturday afternoons. He … Continue reading